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Chapter 25 – The Three Professors

Cadfield Manor, Hogsmeade, Scotland (U.K.)

Harry was inside the Portrait Room of the manor, speaking with his ancestors and telling them what had happened after his disappearance. As he spoke, Harry heard his grandfather entering the room, now dressed in proper clothes and holding a letter on his hand.

"I've received a reply from Dumbledore," he said. "He says that he gave your parents authorization for them to come. Yet he also wants to know if he can accompany them as well. It seems that he is quite curious about your adventures in Tamriel."

Harry shrugged. "I don't see why not," he replied. "Let him come."

"The choice is yours," stated Fleamont as he left the room, allowing Harry to resume his conversation with the portraits.

Hogwarts School, Hogsmeade, Scotland (U.K.)

The great hall was filled with many students, amongst them Michael Potter, Harry's older twin. The fourteen-year-old teenager was in the company of Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, and would be also in the company of his brother had he not disappeared. While Ron and Hermione were often bickering with each other, Harry had always been the calm one, except in certain situations where he lost his composure.

It had been an unfortunate development in their second year, when Harry had been revealed to be a parselmouth and most of the school had believed him to be the heir of Slytherin, although it didn't make any sense. What people were unaware of, except for Ron and Hermione, was that he himself also possessed the same ability as his brother did, but kept it a secret out of fear.

He had seen how Hogwarts had treated his brother during their second year, and many times Harry had almost struck back at those that thought it to be a good idea to harass him. But what was worse, was the fact that many of the whispers amongst the students of Hogwarts were about people wondering why he hadn't stopped his brother yet, and when he would do so.

Eventually, everything changed when Harry was found petrified two days after Hermione had been petrified as well, and much like her, the younger twin had also a mirror on his hand. It was then that the whole school realized their mistake, and the one they thought to be the aggressor was nothing more than another victim. It had been horrible to see Harry in that state, with a terrified look on his face and his skin pale as if he had died. Thankfully Harry, Hermione and the others were cured of their condition, and the Basilisk who had been petrifying the students was killed, by none other than himself. A feat that Michael would never forget…and neither would his arm.

In any case, Harry's absence was rather… unsettling to the young Potter.

But his curiosity was soon reignited as his father came into the Great Hall, looking somewhat relived.

"Perhaps they found him?" wondered Michael, as his father approached.

"Dad, did something happen?" asked the young Potter.

"Yes. Dumbledore just received a letter from your grandfather," said James. "It seems that your brother has returned."

"Really?" said Michael excitedly. "Is he in the manor?"

James nodded. "Yes, but…from what the letter said, it seems that your brother has changed..." said the older Potter. "But there's no doubt that he is Harry. The Cadfield signet ring has confirmed his identity."

Now Michael was both confused and curious.

"Changed? What…what changed in him?"

"When you meet him again, you will see for yourself," replied James. "Actually, your mother and I are going to your grandfather's house right now. And you will stay here Hogwarts, so don't try to convince us to take you to the manor."

Michael scowled and rolled his eyes.

"Fine," said the young Potter, resigned to their decision.

"I have to go now. Your mother is waiting and you know how she gets if she has to wait for a long time. I'll see you in a few hours son."

"Bye dad."

And as James Potter left the Great Hall, the oldest of the Potter twins realized that Ron and Hermione were arguing about Hermione's little House-Elf project. And so, Michael could not help but groan in irritation, a single thought on his mind.

"I swear that one day these two will get married."

Cadfield Manor, Hogsmeade, Scotland (U.K.)

Harry sat on the library of the manor, reading the twenty-first sermon of the 36 Lessons of Vivec repeatedly. When he first read the entire collection, Harry was not sure of what to think about it. But as the years passed and his knowledge regarding the Aurbis and all within it expanded, he came to notice that there was something special about the Lessons of Vivec. Special and strange, for it almost resembled a message of sorts, and not the one that most people conveyed when they read the Lessons.

There was a reason he was acknowledged as one of the most knowledgeable mages in the Mages Guild, especially for his relatively young age. The fact that the Amulet of Kings also advised him on certain matters also helped on his quest for knowledge. Yet this trait of Harry had not been enough to get him sorted into Ravenclaw.

Harry was distracted from his reading when he heard the door of the library being opened. Closing his book, Harry rose from the chair and faced the newcomers. To Harry nothing had changed regarding the looks of his parents and Dumbledore, but to those three, Harry had changed, and not just a little.

Gone was the young boy who had a strong resemblance towards his father, replaced by a young man whose similarity with James had been very subdued. The similarities were still there, yet they had been diminished. One could say that Harry had ceased to be a simple clone of his father, and had become a person of his own.

However, the fact that Harry had grown up in such a short span of time was both shocking and confusing to the three.

"H-Harry?" said James. "W-Why do you look like you've been drinking an ageing potion? And what's with the armour?"

Lily glared at her husband. "You son has been missing for several weeks and that's the first thing you say upon meeting him?"

"Erm…"

Lily rolled her eyes and walked towards her son. "It's good to have you back dear," she said smiling. "And look at you, all grown up! No matter how that happened, I'm glad you don't look like an exact copy of your father."

"What? Why?" asked both Harry and James nearly simultaneously, the former with curiosity and the latter as if he had been insulted.

"Because one James Potter in enough in this family," replied the woman in a serious tone. "And I don't want to suffer like Molly Weasley who spends far enough time trying to figure out the identities of her twin sons."

James grumbled under his breath, and Dumbledore decided to enter the conversation.

"Well, Mr. Potter it is good to see you again and safe," said the old headmaster.

"It is good to see you again as well Professor Dumbledore," said the young Viscount. "However, I no longer go by Potter."

"What? Why not?" asked James, shocked once again.

"Grandfather and I discovered a few things about my ancestry…well, mine and mother's, and I decided to adopt the name of one of our ancestors."

"Fleamont mentioned that," said Lily. "Cyrod…what was it again?"

"Cyrodiil. The name I go by now is Henry Reman Cyrodiil," he said. "Don't think that I simply abandoned my origins here though."

"Then why did you change your name?" asked Lily.

"Because I…wait, I think it is best if we sit down," suggested Harry.

"A good idea, Mr. Cyrodiil," said Dumbledore, taking out his wand and conjuring four armchairs.

"We have chairs all around us Professor," said the young mage. "There was no need for that."

Dumbledore simply chuckled. "A habit of mine."

Harry simply shrugged and joined Dumbledore and his parents as they sat down on the rather comfortable armchairs.

"As you were saying," said Lily.

"Oh, yes… I changed my name because I wanted to see if I could start a new life in Tamriel," explained Harry. "The portal became somewhat damaged after my arrival, and at the time there was no way of me returning to this world. And with a new life, came a new name."

"What happened after you arrived?" asked his father. "And where did you arrive?"

"I arrived in a hidden chamber, inside the catacombs of a ruined city called Sancre Tor. From there, I explored the surrounding area with my broom, and I then decided to venture into a city nearby."

"What was it like?" asked Lily.

"The entirety of Tamriel is rather…medieval. Especially Cyrodiil, which is the province where I arrived. The city I mentioned, Chorrol, was no different. Thanks to the gold I had with me, I was able to gather public support towards myself, and I also joined an organization called the Mages Guild, which had a hall in Chorrol."

"Yes, your grandfather also mentioned something about magic," said Dumbledore. "Is it different from ours?"

"Everyone in Tamriel can practice magic, it's not a genetic ability. Magic comes from a realm called Aetherius, and while it may seem similar to ours, it functions differently," said Harry. "I can use it here, but only because magicka is currently leaking from the portal in Fort Reman. And the more it stays open, the more magicka will be leaked from there."

Harry raised his hand, and conjured a small ball of fire, which quickly turned into a multitude of lightning sparks, before assuming the aspect of a white and frosty mist.

"Impressive," said Dumbledore, fascinated by the display of foreign magic.

Harry smirked inwardly, and a purple orb appeared on his hand, before throwing it at an empty section of the floor near them. The three wizards jumped when they saw the orb expand, before disappearing to reveal an Auroran. It looked around, seeking any danger to its conjurer, and upon seeing or sensing none, it remained still.

"What in Merlin's pants is that thing?" demanded Lily.

"An Auroran. It is a being I summoned by using Tamriel's magic," said Harry, before using a Dispel to banish the Daedra. "And I can also banish it back to where it came from."

The three wizards settled back into their seats, James and Lily a bit unnerved by the Auroran's sudden appearance.

"Now, as I was saying, I joined the Mages Guild, and with the gold I had with me, I was able to buy the land where Sancre Tor was located, and from there I also ordered the construction of a residence for myself, which is at the moment being finished. Sometime after that, I travelled to the capital of the Empire, the Imperial City, although I don't exactly remember why I went there," said the Master-Wizard. "Something to do with a cult… Anyway, on the way to the city, I rescued a woman from some bandits, and it turned out that the woman was none other than the sister of the Emperor of Tamriel himself."

"You rescued…the sister of the Emperor…" said James, not quite believing what he had heard.

"Yes, and I also escorted her into the Imperial City, where she introduced me to her brother, Emperor Titus Mede II. A few things happened and I became a ward of the Emperor himself, and I was made Viscount of Sancre Tor as well."

The eyes of the three wizards widened in surprise.

"Why Mr… or should I say, Lord Cyrodiil?" asked Dumbledore.

"I have no idea," admitted Harry. "The Emperor said that he will only reveal his intentions when I complete the task he has assigned me."

"Task?" questioned Lily.

"The High King of Skyrim, one of the provinces of the Empire, was murdered by a man called Ulfric Stormcloak, who then began a rebellion to overthrow the Imperial government in Skyrim," explained the young mage. "The emperor sent me there to assist the Military Governor in, well…governing Skyrim. We were appointed as Imperial Regents, and will continue as such until the rebellion is crushed, and a new High King or Queen is chosen."

"This emperor must trust you enough to place you on the leadership of a country," commented Dumbledore.

Harry snorted. "If that was my only responsibility, then I would be rather relived."

"Why Harry?" asked his father.

The young Cyrodiil sighed. "Somehow, dragons have begun to appear in Skyrim, attacking everyone they find, and there is an old cult of necromancers who want to resurrect the most powerful necromancer in the history of Tamriel, who, due to a series of confusing events that no one really understands, is also a god."

"Hold on, what?" said Lily. "You're fighting against a…a god?"

"Two gods in fact," said Harry. "The dragons are commanded by Alduin, who is known in Tamriel as the Nordic Dragon God of Time. The necromancer one, known as Mannimarco, is famously known as the God of Worms."

"Harry…I'm sorry but…you're not making this up, are you?" asked James.

"You think I'm making this up?" replied Harry a bit irritated with his father's question.

James sighed, but it was Lily who spoke. "Harry, you have to understand that from our perspective, the world you are describing is very…alien to us. You may be used to it and all its cultures and features, but to us…it's something that we need time to comprehend."

"Is there a way for us to learn more about Tamriel?" asked Dumbledore.

Harry instinctively touched his armour, the spot which was concealing the Amulet of Kings. He then nodded to Dumbledore.

"Several ways in fact," he said looking at them calmly. "Are you willing to travel?"

That caught the attention of the three wizards.

"You're taking us to Tamriel?" asked Lily.

"No, I'm taking you to the Moon," he deadpanned. "I've heard it's a rather lovely place."

While James and Lily rolled their eyes, neither they nor Dumbledore could hide their excitement over visiting Tamriel. However, it was more of a relief to Harry, as he would soon return to the place he now called home. Unfortunately, "home" was currently being threatened by two deities who were not on good terms with him.

The sooner he dealt with them, the better.